Shael gives the table a light pound as she agrees with Malcom's statement. "Reputation is only words made larger by the fears of simpletons such as the Pike Henchmen."

She turns to Kyle and raises an eyebrow questioningly at his attire. "So... What style of combat do you prefer Kyle?" She was still forming the magical seals and mentally picturing the motions of each spell she needed to memorize as she waited for his response.

She turns to Kyle and raises an eyebrow questioningly at his attire. "So... What style of combat do you prefer Kyle?"

"The kind that keeps me alive, and makes the bad guys dead." he says with an impish grin, but doesn't elaborate, before switching his attention to Malcom.

"You know, Malcom, right? You know Malcom, taking out the Pikes, may not make anything safer. My mother was a nature lover, one of her favorite sayings was 'Nature abhors a vacuum'. Take out this Yale, and you may make things worse. Somebody is going to take up that territory. You're not really going to be solving any problems, just creating different ones."

Observant/Sense Motive:

If your character is particularly observant of speech patters, and is pretty good at sense motive, you'd know that Kyle is lying about his mother, and he never includes himself in the group. He always says "if you" do this or that, where most would say "if we" do this or that.

Shael set the open tome on the table, sliding it closer to Malcom, a small smile crossing her face. That was before a look of annoyance stained her features. She hated repeating herself but perhaps her words yesterday were lost in translation. "Then we don't leave one. We'll fight the pikes, drive them out and replace them with a gang. If others come to take ground, we smash them up and drive them out as well. Simple, but bloody. Eventually they will stop coming entirely. But I am getting ahead of myself, first the Pikes and then whoever comes next."

She looked into her spell pouch and grimaced. Just enough to get the job done... She closed it and set it where she could reach it quickly.

I'll leave it up to you, I generally don't roll vs PC's I'll tell you what is real, and if you think your character would pick up on it role-play it that way, if you think your character would be oblivious play it that way. I'll make a post in the discussion thread to better explain

I can understand where you're coming from Kyle but in the end I just don't see how its relevant. Shael, I would also say the same goes for you.

The way I see it is that once the Bloody Pikes are gone who cares if somebody else takes over. The only reason we're discussing this in the first place is because we all agreed to band together and help a man in need. So long as Talus is safe our goal will be met. If things get worse then we will deal with them as need be. I personally am willing to take things as far as they need to go for the time being

Malcom looks over to Talus

but I don't think I'm willing to put my life on the line at the moment for a man I met only yesterday. Talus your generosity is beyond measure so I'm hoping he takes no offense in me saying that.

Turns back to Kyle

Maybe we'll be solving a part of the problem rather than create new ones. Have you thought of that?

Turns to Shael

At what point are we planning to stop if things get bad though? It's not our duty to clean up this entire town, unless this is the direction things are headed.

Maybe we should all discuss an ultimate goal to go along with our current objective.

Shael quietly closes her tome and looks at Malcom flintily. After a moment she rises and picks up her tome. "When they stop coming, I don't mind doing it alone if you want no part. Now, since my suggestion was in such bad taste, perhaps we should move on and discuss ultimate goals when we win." She waits a moment to see if anyone takes either of the two potions of healing she set on the table.

If no one does: She picks them back up and ensures her armor is set and raises her hood.

"Honestly, I was just looking for a place to stay the night that wasn't outside. I had no intention of getting involved in a fight with a gang. I didn't even want any attention! But now I want to help. These three people, who don't know me, have been nice." Ray says as he looks at his half empty drink. "We make sure this place is safe, and I'll be happy."

How far ahead do we need to look decide on our ultimate goal? Some of my elders were gifted in foreknowledge...although often enough it was the soundness of their wisdom which guided us and our good fortune - as the Gods do not reveal the future as they did of yore. Clearly this community is undergoing a period of lawlessness and change. We cannot anticipate all of the consequences of our involvement. Besides - even if we walked away from this challenge - there would be consequences to face for that as well.

What we do have now is the freedom to act. That is a good thing. It gives us options to keep working events in a way of our choosing.

Let us first rid this town of the Pikes. Then we can see what new opportunities providence brings.

Kyle rolls his eyes at Lucky's "moving" speech, but shakes his head ruefully, "Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you. Sometimes the crazy you know, is better than the crazy you don't. As for end goals, I'm just trying to get away with no one coming after me, and my skin intact. Because of last night these Pikes want some of my hide, I'm all for making them see the error of their ways, if I can help out Talus and his people, well, so much the better, but mind you that's not my goal..." there is an awkward silence as he notices the disbelieving looks.
"Well okay, it's not my main goal." more looks.
"Just pass the damn cheese"
Careful boy, you're in danger of becoming a 'good guy', completely ruin the rep.

"Ah, now.....should be plain I'm not one for speechifying. These thugs came at us, as I see it, and some good folk is gunna band together and teach 'em a lesson. Why don't we see how that goes 'afore plotting taking over the town, no?"

He looks around at the group. "Frankly, until I see in a real battle which of you are flint, and which are steel, there'll be no talk from me of ultimate goals and such....some of ya weren't all too quick to take up arms against those three Pikes. Besides, how much deeper does the rot go here than the Pikes? We gunna take down this high an' mighty lord next?"

Has anywone here been to the Pike's warehouse before? Or the the smithy next door?

Good dwarf, I think our next step will become clearer once we deal with the Pikes. Surely the rot goes very much deeper than that. It's common knowledge that the Lord Gurat has a policy of abetting lawlessness in his town. He encourages it. Most of the criminals have joined the ranks of his guard after all.

But the immediate threat remains the Pikes. If we can earn some street cred we may gain support from the community. Without active grass roots resistance, this town will never achieve the prosperity which is its due. We can become catalysts for that kind of positive change. And at this time it would be far too reckless to take on the likes of Gurat and his Redwall goons.

Shael walks over to the door, nodding to Talus, Shalyna and Valyana. The conversations going on around her were not lost on her but she was in agreement, best to talk of it later once the fighting was over. "I left the rapiers in my room along with the thugs armor if you need it. Stay safe we shall return." Shael waits momentarily by the door of the inn, hand on her sword.

Malcom quickly swallows the remainder of his coffee and leaps up from his seat. He motions to the room with one index finger in the air and says: "I just need one second to grab my Backpack and Sword."

As he races up the stairs to his room he says to himself out loud: "This could be good. I bet they're all hungover and wont suspect an attack first thing in the morning."

Okay, we need to get this show on the road, I'm assuming that everyone is going.

Despite the rather vague instructions you were given, the smithy that the thug from yesterday was talking about is relatively easy to find. The sagging roof and blackened timbers show that it probably went through a fire some time in the past. The warehouse on the alley besides the husk seems to be the one that he was talking about.

Malcom charges the door and gives a great big flying leap with a yell that could shatter steel. Time slows down and everyone sees his foot make contact with the door. The impact sends Malcom flying back and rolling in the dusty street.

The door slides to the side with a creak and groan. The inside of the warehouse is filled with various crates and sacks in somewhat organized stacks. The air is still and tense, it seems as if the very environment itself is holding its breath in anticipation of what is to come.

Shael pauses long enough to cast shield on herself before pushing by the others and into the gloom of the warehouse, taking up a open position at F11 which gave her an open view of the warehouse. As she entered though she tried to spot any sort of trap or ambush awaiting her but aside from the intensity in the air she didn't see anything readily reveal itself. She sat quietly, crossbow leveled and slowly looked around the room with her darkvision revealing what lie in wait in the shadows before her...